James Rowan

Age: 25
Occupation: English Teacher

Mike Voorhees


Age: 17 yrs old
Family Blood line: French Dad & Korean Mum

The first day of school. James had been waiting for this day to come along for weeks now. The summer had been great and all, but he'd planned on making a career through teaching and that was always when he was happiest. Standing in front of a class filled with bored and unimpressed teenagers. This year was especially different, though. Carter High School was a new experience for him and here he was, stepping into his classroom for the first time. The first period of the day would be starting in the next ten minutes, so he took that time to begin to unpack his teaching material. His jacket came off first to reveal his casual gray dress pants and his tidy dress shirt and tie. He'd always been a fan of dressing up. Not too much, but enough to be noticed.

After he had some books and papers piled in sections on his desk, he stepped back to look at his work and was instantly impressed with how neat it all looked. In a week, though, it was safe to assume that it would be a train wreck. Sucking in a deep breath, he glanced toward the door. Still no students. He was a little bit nervous, still relatively new in the teaching area. He was 25 years old and had only worked at one other school for a couple of years before heading over here for the new English department opening. Finally, James turned away from the door and walked to the chalkboard, picking up some chalk and beginning to write his name, Mr. Rowan.

"Yo man! How's your holiday?" all the boys inside the class asked each other the same question. Including Mike himself.

The answer was ranging from 'nothing much' to other excited story that worth awhile to listened to.

Mike himself had a pretty much nice one. According to him, anyway.
During the summer break, he hung out with most of his classmates to the bar, club and anywhere they could go to be it beaches, park, basketball court, club. Anywhere normal teens boy would love to do.

To him, the most memorable one was the one where he had a one night-stand with a random person he'd just met for his first time. It was the best sex ever!Too bad I forgot to ask his name and his mobile he thought with deep regret.

As the school's bell rang, Mike made his way to his seat.

"Yo man! I heard we gonna have a new English teacher" said the guy who sat on Mike's left side.

Mike was not too keen to find out who would be the new teacher.

Let's just get it over he thought.

He did not look at the new person nor listening to what the new teacher said. He was too busy to think of what would he had for lunch.

Finally he could hear his students coming into the room behind him. He smiled slightly, though it turned out to be a bit of a crooked smile because of his nerves and James was suddenly relieved that he still had his back to the class. As he turned around, his eyes flickered over to the clock on the wall. He still had a couple of minutes so he decided to take a seat at his desk and shuffle through his papers to make sure that everything was there.

And finally, the final bell rang and class had begun. James cleared his throat and glanced up to catch a couple of straggling students running into the room and giving him a brief wave. He simply nodded before turning to the class. "Good morning. Now, this is my first experience with this school, so you'll all have to bear with me for the first couple of days while I adjust." A small pause as he took up a stack of sheets from his desk. "This is your syllabus," he said, handing it off to the first person sitting in the front corner who began to pass the stack around the room. "I do have some rules which I expect you to follow."

James paused, noticing the grimacing appearing on people's faces and he sighed. "Guys, I know, I know. Nobody likes rules, but it's really all common sense and courtesy. I'm not gonna treat any of you like children. I don't chase people around or hold hands. If not already, you'll be adults soon. I expect the same amount of courtesy from you." There was still a few grimaces, though he couldn't help but notice that about half of the female population of the class was gawking at him. He glanced away awkwardly. He had always had a preference toward men, though he didn't advertise that side of him in these professional situations.

Another glance around the room and James noticed something -- or someone, rather. He found himself having to do a double-take, his eyes darting toward the back of the class and glazing over the students until he saw just who he thought he had seen. He'd had something of a one night stand toward the end of the summer with a boy. A bar wasn't exactly a ridiculous place to jump into some quick sex, what with the alcohol and the racing minds and he had even known that the boy whom he'd had sex with that night was younger than him. It was until now that he realized just how young.

"Oh crap ... " he suddenly muttered softly and about half of the class looked up at him. James' eyes, though, were wide and seemingly stuck on that familiar Asian boy. And when he saw him as familiar, well ... he wasn't kidding.

[Wah!!! I like your style of writing! so rich and perfectly worded . Made me so excited when I read it :drool:]

Sitting at the last row of the class, Mike was forced to focus with the sheet that was handed out by the girl who sat in front of him.

"what the heck is this sheet?" he asked the girl who sat in front of her.

"It's some sort of course booklet. " the girl whispered back while leaning against her chair pretending not to chat.

"What the heck..." he grumped a bit.

"Well, the teacher is quite a good looking so it's okay man! " said the girl when she heard him grumpy.

"Huh?" Mike mumbled.

He then turned his look toward this new teacher. His eyes were brightening when he saw that teacher. He smirked and winked at the teacher who was at the same time look at him.

OMG it's him!!

((Wow! Thankyou so much for the wonderful compliment! O_O That really means a lot to me. :] I try hard.))

'I'm so fired. It's my first day and I'm gonna get fired. I'm gonna get fired ... on my first day. Fantastic.'

James was quiet for a couple of moments as he contemplated the situation and he had hardly realized that half of the class was staring him down. All he could look at right now was the familiar student in the back of the class. Oh, familiar in so many ways. And at that very moment, he kind of wanted to bash his own head into a wall or something for being an idiot and somehow managing to have sex with a future student. Who did that even happen to? 'I broke a mirror last week,' he mused silently. Was his luck really that bad?

Apparently.

Now he was winking at him. That obnoxious little punk was winking at him. Did he want him to lose his job? Could he fail him for this? For having sex with him and then winking about it?

'Okay. Okay, Jimmy, chill.'

Finally, James' eyes flicked away from the boy and he quickly moved back to his desk, completely losing his train of thought. He had absolutely no idea what he was saying before he'd noticed his ticket to jail sitting in the back of the classroom. Fantastic. Biting down rather harshly on the inside of his cheek, James pulled out the class roster and immediately began to run down the names on the list.

" ... Alice Mendez. Natasha Phindell. Jason Thrift." He nodded briefly as each student either raised their hand or shouted some ridiculous greeting, half of which were obviously meant to be taunts. He ignored them and kept going until he reached the end of the list. The very last name. It had to be him. "Mike Voorhees?" And James looked up expectantly.

" He turned into stone for few minutes before he completely ignored me? " he thought excitedly . He felt a thrill of joy when he was ignored by the teacher. Somehow his inner devil awaken deep within it.



"He remembers me! I knew it! baby!!! what a luck I have encounter today! Dang dang dang!! I definitely can score him again! I am lovin this class! Dang! I so gonna enjoy myself to the max!! How luck I am!!!" he thought and almost drooling.

When he heard his name called by him, he quickly reminded the same voice who moaned and being indulged by his touch. "Yes . . . " he paused a bit then looked at the board, " ... Mr Rowan?" he continued, looked at him in a flirtatious way with his left fingers were placed around his mouth as if he was drooling and get hard just by looking at him.

'Keep ... calm.'

Teenagers did all sorts of idiotic things and surely Mike's classmates wouldn't immediately that these two were sleeping together or something. Because that was ridiculous. They weren't sleeping together! It only happened once! And, boy, James was regretting it. If he'd realized that this kid had the potential of being his student, he would have had more sense. He wouldn't have let that happen. But he didn't exactly ask for an ID, now did he?

Mike was really pushing it right now, though, with that look on his face after he called his name. His eyes lingered for a couple of moments and he forced a stern look onto his face. Really, though, he was reminiscing. It had been a night to remember, after all.

Finally, though, he moved away from his desk again. "Now, in terms of class material," he continued, figuring it wasn't best to feed the boy's clear pride. God, but he was good looking. Granted, he said that about a lot of people, students included, but the fact that they had together maybe two months ago ... well, he was especially memorable. "We will be covering British Literature from Medieval times to the present. You will be expected to write response papers once in awhile after reading, but they won't necessarily effect your grade. You will, however, be writing essays periodically throughout the year and there will be a senior project by the time hit, say ... February or March." James caught himself suddenly glancing toward the clock, anxiously waiting for class to end so that he could begin his quest to avoid Mike like the plague.

All students were obviously booing the new English teacher after being told the project that was given for them. Mike was not excluded.

He leaned his body a bit closer to his table trying to talk with the girl who sat in front of him.

"What the heck with this project crap?" he whined

"Ssssshh. . . he is good looking so it'd be fine. Beside I can just made up a story like Cinderella with him as my princess." The girl replied in whisper.

After heard the idea suggested by that girl, Mike raised his hand and asked without even being given permission to talk, " Medieval? Like what, sir? Romeo and Juliet? Oh Juliet where art tho? "

all students were laughing after heard what Mike said.

He then continued, " Or . . . perhaps you want us to do our research before we choose a topic? I would not mind. I can go play some MMORPG since its medieval. It's for the sake of research anyway."

He chuckled. One of his close friends who sat beside his seat gave him a high-five for saying that. They both laughed .

James could feel a knot steadily growing in his stomach as his students booed him. Normally, this wouldn't bother him so much. It was Mike's presence alone which was really freaking him out a bit. Then Mike, himself, had begun to crack out some clever statements of his own and his classmates had all broken into laughter in response. The next one had been granted a high five by what looked like a close friend.

Forcing a smile onto his face, James shook his head slightly. "Ah, no. See, Mr. Voorhees, while I am a fan of Mr. Shakespeare's fine work, I'm sure Romeo & Juliet is far past your attention span. Therefore, I have chosen Titus Andronicus, which is perhaps one of Shakespeare's more ... crude works." At that, he could see some of the students' faces brightening and he suddenly felt triumphant. That's right. Gore, orgies, and flesh-baked pies did tend to grab the attention of teenagers. He wouldn't lose this fight.

"As for your MMORPG's, Mr. Voorhees," he began, turning his eyes back toward that familiar face he really did not want to look at. "I don't think I ever said anything about choosing a topic. I considered it, but you very well may be pushing me to assign topics." About half of the class turned their heads toward Mike and hollered their disapproval. Another victory for James.

When he heard his surname being called, he replied right away,
"Just Mike please teacher."

He paused a bit before continued.

Damn! He is so challenging. I want him so badly now!!!

"I thought teachers supposedly not teaching us about violent stuff... I don't know whatever story you just mentioned... but count me in if its stuff related to ogre, blood spill and crude stuff!! We can place all the blame to you if violence ever happens like saying Oh but we are just role playing this story if the principal asks our reason." he added with a cheeky smile.


He realised that everyone's head were turning to him and he almost showed his erotic expression but thankfully he could get a hold of himself.

Gosh! The power of two months of been waiting! Oh my gosh I want to pin him so badly now!

"Choose a topic for us? As long as we can look for you after class or even after school for help with this then. . . I bet the girls gonna love it and certain people as well"

He hoped the teacher got the hint he gave. 'Certain people as well'.

He should know I was talking about me!

Like hell he was going to call this kid by his first name. "That is where you are wrong, Mr. Voorhees," he said, adding extra emphasis to the boy's last name as he smiled. "In fact, there are some rather vulgar optional selections in the curriculum. And, by the way, the topic of violence in teenagers is easy enough to debate, with television and whatnot." He had a smile on his face, not cheeky like Mike's, but very prideful. He knew what he was talking about.

"I'm always available for extra help during class," James said, suddenly turning toward the rest of the class as if he were intentionally excluding Mike. Which, well ... frankly, he was. The last thing he wanted was for this kid to come looking for him after hours. "There will be classes where you will be writing the entire class or perhaps even watching a movie to prepare you for the text. At that time, I will allow people to come to me for extra help."

James was enjoying that fact that he could counter Mike's sly remarks and give the class an overview of his teaching methods at the same time.

"True true but having said that isn't it a teacher duty to minimize exposuring violence? I mean what would people say or even think if a student do some stupid stuff. Won't the teacher get the blame for it? Let just say underage kid have sex with older person? Won't the world view it as the kid was taken advantage of?" he answered.

The guy who sat beside Mike's seat, moved both of his table and chair towards Mike. He is one of Mike's sex buddy but only he and Mike know about this.

"Hey Mike. You are so fire up with this new teacher eh?" he whispered.

Mike turned his look and ignored the last statement the English teacher gave regarding how class really works.

He snorted a bit before answering in whisper, "ha ha ha don't worry. He seems fun to bully. You know me. I am a sadist. I take a pleasure in giving a pain to others"


He then winked towards his sex buddy. He could not careless anymore arguing with this new English teacher.

I am gonna play again with this Mr Rowan anyway. Still have more than enough time. I might as well enjoy the 'dish' that offers himself to me.

He took out his mobile phone and texted the guy who sat beside his seat. You free this lunch?

The guy had his mobile in silent mode and within seconds the mobile inside his pocket vibrating. He checked his mobile and put it back again before turned his look towards Mike and nodded with a wink.

James would have gladly continued their protest were it not for Mike's last statement which caught him dumbfounded. He was really, really pushing it and James was trying to figure out if that was supposed to be some sort of threat. Frankly, though, Mike was right. Dammit, he was going to lose his job one of these days.

No. No, he could keep this covered up as long as Mike didn't come near him again. Things would be just fine. Suddenly, though, the bell rang and James' hard jumped a bit. Class was finally over and he could never have been more relieved. As the students began to get up from their seats, James quickly announced, "I'll be passing out your literature books tomorrow! See you then." And with that, he turned on his heel to head back to his desk, beginning to tidy up the surface which was already beginning to look like a bit of a mess.

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The school bell rang. A sign that it was time for Mike and his class to go to the next class. Some of the girls swarmed around Mike. Well, he is quite a popular one for his good look and his friendliness. Too bad none of these girls knew that Mike is gay.

"Aaah one more class then recess" Mike yawned while walking toward the exit door.

He stopped then looked at the English teacher.

"See ya sir" he smiled.

[I'm glad you're enjoying it! :] I have to say, I'm having a ton of fun writing these posts. xD And if I will definitely pop in there if I need to discuss anything.]

As the students trickled out of his room, James leaned casually on the seat behind his desk, waiting anxiously. He let out a sigh as the last of the students headed out, but he turned his head just in time to catch Mike's familiar voice. After the debate they'd had in class, Mike's voice better have been familiar enough.

"Mr. Voorhees," James said simply, watching the boy with a pair of hard eyes as he waited for him to leave. This was going to be one long day, though he would be relieved to get a break. Just one more class before he had an entire free period.

[Time skip? To .. whenever? xD James is probably just gonna be hanging around this room all day.]

Somehow, time moved really quickly, for Mike anyway. It's recess already. To avoid the crowd surrounded him as well as had no mood to spend his recess time with his mates doing break dance nor basketball, he went to the school's rooftop.

Haa. . . . what a day. I am so glad I come to school today

Nobody was on the rooftop. As he expected. He walked to the corner, closed his eyes and enjoyed the flowing breeze.

Aaaah . . . This is what am talking about.

He sat down, open his school blazer and put it in front of him as a blanket.

I guess this is the best time to take a nap. I can skip the next class ....

Finally, James had an entire hour of free time before he had to teach another class. With hardly any sign of reluctance, he quickly tidied up his desk before turning toward the door and stepping into the hallway. After locking the door to his classroom, he began toward one of the staircases, the only one that lead up to the roof. This would be his first time up there, but he was used to spending free time there. Above the rest of the world. The breeze had always been calming.

Boy was he in for a surprise.

James opened the door at the very top of the steps and stepped out onto the concrete, standing for a moment so that he could take in the fresh air, the pleasant breeze. It was a fantastic change from the rather gloomy and sticky atmosphere that was his classroom.

All of that went away, though, the moment he spotted a painfully familiar face laying by the corner of the roof. Mike Voorhees, himself. James had heavily considered turning back, but as he pulled his lips together into a fine line, he decided to approach. He shoved his hands into the pockets in his light jacket and as he approached he gently kicked at the boy's right foot. "Long time, no see."

Mike was asleep just fine but when someone kicked him gently, he was a bit resistant to open his eyes. But not for long. The voice who talked to him made him open his eyes.

The English teacher?!!

"Is it a dream? If so then lemme go close my eyes. You are too dangerous. To the point you come to my dream" he said while closed his eyes.

After few seconds later, he opened his eyes and still saw the teacher stood up there.
He tackled him and of course the teacher almost fell off but quickly he grabbed the collar of his teacher

" I knew I am gonna meet you again." he said then sealed his teacher's lip with passionate kiss.

A brief smirk tugged at James' lips as the boy began to mutter in his sleep. He couldn't even comprehend what he was trying to say. All he had really caught was 'You are dangerous' and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Suddenly, though, the boy was on his feet and tackling him. James' eyes widened as he stumbled backwards, nearly tumbling right off of the roof. Mike had grabbed at the collar of his shirt, though, and pulled him back toward him. It felt very similar to a roller coaster, James noticed. Soon enough, he was being pulled into a passionate kiss, which he had only been half expecting.

For a moment, James gave Mike what he wanted and returned that kiss. Just seconds later, though, James finally pulled away, shaking his head. "This isn't what I came up here for," he said. And he wasn't even talking about the possibility of talking to Mike or anything like that. He hadn't even known the kid would be up here. He just wanted some fresh air.

The kiss was lasted for a minute before the english teacher pulled out himself.

Mike grinned and asked, "What are you coming here for? Oh and I did not know you are the new teacher. But why did you hit and run last time? I could not have the chance to get your contact number. But oh well ... here you are! right in front of me"

"Alone time," he said rather suddenly in response. "You know ... by myself." He doubted that Mike would actually decide to walk away from him, though, so he sighed and dealt with it.

James found himself half ignoring Mike's barrage of questions, picking and choosing what he wanted to answer. "Well, I didn't exactly know you were my student. How old are you? And what was that in class?" The man lifted a hand to gently rub his forehead as he turned his back to Mike. "You can't go around hinting at what happened."

"Ha ha ha ha by yourself? Yeah right" He chuckled. Somehow, what the teacher said was not persuasive enough.

He sighed then answer in flirt tone "Me? I am younger than you"


He took off his mobile and snapped a pict of the back of this English teacher.

" I did not hint anything. Oh wait! So you remembered about that time eh? " he giggled while putting his mobile back to his pocket

He won't notice

" I was so fired up to argue with you. That's all. After all, I want to hear the same voice that moaned under my touch." he added while touching the teacher's waist.

"How descriptive," James mused when Mike commented on his age. "I meant specifically. I'd like to know if what we did had even been legal if you don't mind." It was times like this he wished he were that guy who checked out ID's at clubs. He may have been considered a "party pooper" by many, but he wouldn't be in this boat.

His back still to Mike, James couldn't help but smirk slightly. He had remembered 'that time', and very easily. It had clearly been a good night for the both of them. Too good to be true, of course.

James felt himself shudder slightly when Mike touched his waist. He didn't move right away, though. Half of him didn't want to have to turn and look at Mike's face. As if he wanted to believe that this was right. That he couldn't get fired. That he couldn't go to jail. That he could feel bliss like that night without being in complete regret.